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Annual TrainingThis is a true story that happened about 15 years ago,
while I was still in the military. My unit was in charge
of providing rations for the annual two week training, for
my state's National Guard units. This particular year, a
group of visiting soldiers, from New Jersey, were assigned
to our unit. There were only about 20 guys. However, I
noticed one of them right away. He was a Staff Sergeant,
about 6" tall, stocky and rugged. Not handsome in the
traditional sense, but still good looking. He appeared to
be in his mid to late 40s, with salt-n-pepper hair, cut a
little longer than the usual military hair cut. He had the
bluest eyes I'd ever seen.
Maybe I should describe myself...so no one gets the wrong
idea. I am female, about 5'7". A little tall for a
female, but I appeared even taller in my boots. I have put
on a "few" pounds, but at that time, I was fairly slender.
My boobs were a respectable 38C and my ass fit into the
uniform in such a way that I usually caused a few guys to
"rise to the occasion", when I passed. My hair is auburn,
though the red really shows up in the sunlight. It's
naturally curly and I wore it long, almost to my waist.
However, in uniform, I had to keep it controlled and under
The first morning, I went through the breakfast line,
picking up a tray and chose myself something to eat. We
were always provided a choice of fruit. That morning the
fruit was bananas. I took my tray and moved a bit away
from the rest of the company, as was my normal behavior. I
had finished most of my breakfast and picked up the banana.
As I sat there, I noticed the sergeant, across the
clearing, staring at me. I didn't think much of it and
kept on enjoying my banana. This went on for a couple of
days, however, I did notice that with each day, more and
more guys were joining the sergeant. Guys from New Jersey,
but also a few from my unit. I couldn't figure out what
was so interesting. On the fifth day, I was startled by
the sergeant. He had walked across the clearing and was
suddenly kneeling in front of me. "Please, you're
torturing me. Either stop eating bananas, or take me into
the bushes and eat me, like you do them...now." Looking
around, I noticed even more guys than usual standing there
watching us. I laughed it off. Giving the sergeant a wink,
I walked over to dispose of my breakfast, including the
rest of the banana and headed to work. I made sure that my
ass was swinging just a little more than usual.
All day I was thinking about the incident. I really,
really like bananas. I tend to enjoy eating them. First I
slowly take the skin and peel it back, exposing the
familiar shape of the fruit. Then I kind of slip it
between my lips, savoring the taste and feel. Finally, I
take a small bite. I repeat the suck and nibble, until I'm
finished with the banana. It's funny how I had never
thought of how it looked from the guys' perspective.
I thought it was too bad that the sergeant hadn't made his
move earlier. His unit was due to pull out the next
morning. They had already been in the field for a week,
when our unit arrived.
That evening, I heard a knock on the outside of my tent.
Being one of the few women in the unit, and the only NCO in
the section, I rated a tent to myself. When I answered the
knock, I was surprised to find the sergeant standing there.
I had just come back from the showers. My hair was still
a bit wet and hanging down. I was in the middle of combing
it out. It hung down my back, in controlled waves. (It
would curl more as it dried.) As I was getting ready for
bed, I was wearing one of my husband's T-shirts, which
reached about half way down my thighs. I had quickly
slipped on a pair of running shorts, before answering the
"We are heading home tomorrow." "I know." "I just wanted
to come by..." He trailed off and started shuffling his
feet. It was kind of cute how nervous he was suddenly
becoming. "Let's go for a walk." Inviting him in was a
BAD idea. My lamp was on, in the tent. Not only did it
light up the whole inside, but anyone walking by would see
We walked around the clearing surrounding my tent. We just
made small talk. I didnt ask his name and he didnt ask
mine. We didnt discuss our lives or family, outside of
the military. We didnt discuss the weather. But I also
didnt tell him what I was planning... As we walked, I
kept an eye out for anyone passing the area. After about
10 minutes, I was satisfied that both his unit and mine
were not in the area. They were either enjoying an early
evening or had made the last shower run.
I knew where I was taking him. He came along, without
asking any questions. The next mornings rations were
stacked up on the other side of the clearing. The stacks
looked solid from the outside, however, I knew that they
were stacked in such a way as to leave a gap in the middle.
There would be just enough room, between the pallets, for
us to squeeze into the gap. Once inside, there was plenty
of maneuvering room.
I took his hand. He didnt pull away. I had him curious,
at least. I looked into his eyes and whispering, asked,
Have you been thinking about this morning? Because, I
have. Yeah. And he gave me a grin. I still am.
Would you still like me to take you into the bushes? He
groaned. Dont tease me.
I was still holding his hand and I started to pull him
behind me. I slipped through the opening between the
pallets. Soon we were in the middle, completely surrounded
and away from prying eyes. I gently pushed him against one
of the stacks, and kneeled down in front of him. He was
dressed similar to myself, a T-shirt and cut-off jeans.
The shorts were just a bit tight on him, accenting his ass.
And at that moment, the bulge he was sporting. I
unsnapped them and pulled out his penis. I would not have
to be doing any extra work to get him ready. He was hard
and throbbing, just from me studying him or maybe he was
still thinking about the morning...
I reached up and cupped his scrotum, in the palm of my
hand. Then taking my other hand, I ran the fingernail of
my thumb, from base to tip. I heard him gasp. You like?
Apparently, he did, because he didnt ask me to stop. I
lightly squeezed his balls with my hand and then leaned
forward. One at a time, I took them into my mouth. I shut
my eyes. Holding one in my mouth, I ran my tongue over it,
savoring the taste and the feel. I then went to the next.
In between, as I switched from one to the other, I would
run my tongue or a fingernail, from the base of his penis
to the tip. About every third time I did that, I ran my
tongue over the head of his penis. After about three
minutes of this, I tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum.
It was time to stop playing games. I slipped the head of
his dick between my lips, just like I had the banana that
morning. I bit down lightly. He started, but otherwise
didnt move. I took more of him into my mouth. Every inch
or so, I would bite. Soon I had him in my mouth,
completely. I pulled back until only the head of his dick
was still in my mouth. Adding a little suction, I made my
way back to the base of his penis. As before, every inch
or so, I would stop and nibble. After doing that for a few
times, I ran my tongue all the way to the tip and then
over, licking off the droplets that had collected there.
As I was sucking him, I kept his balls cupped in one of my
hands. Each time I would bite, I would apply a little
pressure with my hand. It wasnt long before I realized
that he had enough. He reached forward and placing a hand
to either side of my head, he fisted his hands in my hair.
He thrust forward, fucking my mouth. It only took a couple
of thrusts, before he was filling my mouth with his cum. I
swallowed as much as I could, but couldnt keep some from
sliding down my chin. He had obviously been saving up for
the entire two weeks, because it felt like he had emptied a
gallon container of his cum into my mouth.
Not saying a word, I stood. I wiped the cum from my chin,
licking my fingers as I did. He watched me suck his cum
off of my fingers. I leaned forward and kissed him. He
whispered, Thank you, but I have one question. "What is
it?" "Why didn't you do that this morning?" I grinned and
said, "Too much of an audience." Then I turned and walked
away. Without looking back, I made it back to my tent in
time for lights out.
He was gone in the morning. Lucky for me, we had apples
that day. I am not sure I could have eaten a banana
without blushing, and that would have raised some eyebrows.
He and his unit were gone, but our unit still had another
week in the field. ...But thats another story.
End of Story
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